Never the Twain Shall Meet
The next morning Hermione opened the package her parents sent. It was a light Pink helmet with white racing stripes down the middle and a set of keys… she paused to let it sink in and then squealed.
During the summer she had fallen in love with the new motor scooter made by Honda. The one she wanted was a sleek gun metal gray. Her mother had said no and the matter was dropped.
Apparently they were waiting for her birthday. She couldn't wait to drive it.
She had taken Harry to test drive it. When they returned to her house, he said that he never wanted to ride another scooter {with Hermione driving} again.
She didn't know what his problem was, it's not like they weren't wearing helmets or that they were fighting some dark lord that could reduce them to ash with a well placed hand gesture… no, all she was doing was driving, yes rather quickly and yes, she passed cars on the road…not weaved, passed. She made that firm distinction mentally.
She decided that she would pop over to her parents this evening and apparate back with the scooter so she could practice.
There were cards from other family members, but when she got to the last she realized who it was from; it was a white card with a picture of a half rolled tube of toothpaste on the front, inside it said 'This is how I roll.' She giggled and read what he wrote:
Mya, Couldn't find a funny bookworm card, so this will have to do. Happy birthday! Marcus. She smiled and wrote him a quick thank you note.
She followed through and popped over to her parents home to retrieve her scooter. She was able to convince Dumbledore that she would only ride it at the pitch and around the lake and spell the grounds back to the original state afterwards.
She taught Pansy, Daphne and Astoria how to ride it and they all loved it.
Harry refused to get on it with any witch driving and Draco and Blaise only made that 'mistake' once. Greg didn't seem to care one way or the other and so enjoyed riding around the lake with any of the witches driving… though; he was hesitant to ride with Astoria after she hit a large hole flipping him off the back of the scooter and onto the beach of the lake.
Hermione and Draco hosted another prefects meeting to tie up the loose ends for the Hogsmeade weekend.
Neville had made his move some days before and asked Hannah to accompany him while on escort; she agreed.
They were currently sitting on the couch together heads bent in discussion; hands held lovingly.
Terry Boot was sitting next to Ginny whispering to her and though she looked bored on the outside, Hermione could see the interest in Ginny's blue eyes.
Ernie MacMillan was standing very closely behind Luna smelling her hair while, though she wasn't wearing the 3D glasses, she was still looking around for …something.
Draco had greeted Astoria with a bow and a kiss to her palm, which Hermione thought was both intimate and sweet. He even led her to sit on the couch at the end while he sat in the chair closest to that end.
Hermione looked at Blaise to see if he'd noticed, he was already looking at her, probably to make sure she caught the exchange. She thought. She smirked and nodded at the two.
She crinkled her brow in slight confusion when he sighed and nodded resignedly.
Her head tilted and she asked silently, with her eyes and expression if he were alright.
He nodded and turned away.
Her eyebrows popped up briefly then returned to the meeting.
When the meeting was over, Blaise and Astoria lingered – as they usually did. Blaise was talking to Draco and Astoria was cleaning up while Hermione said goodbye to the last and shut the door.
She walked over to Blaise and Draco and slipped her small hand in Blaises large one. The tall Italian startled and gave her a strained, but curious smile, "Is everything alright?" she asked when he looked down at her.
"Sì, io sono belle, Tesoro. I'm fine." he said and brought her hand, still holding his, to kiss her knuckles. He let go rather abruptly after that furthering her confusion. She looked up to Draco and found him scowling at her!
"I'm going, see you tomorrow." Blaise said and shared a quick covert look with Draco.
As per the usual he took Astoria's elbow and guided her out of the common room. The little witch waved good bye to the heads and shut the door behind her.
Draco was still scowling at her, but not as severely, "What?" she asked, "Is Blaise ok? He seemed … I don't know – off." She asked.
"Are you blind?" he replied dryly.
She didn't respond verbally, only furrowed her brows in a physical demonstration of her mental review of scenes where Blaise was present. She didn't notice anything that she did to offend him.
She looked at Draco again hoping he would explain and not be cryptic or insulting; apparently it was too much to hope for.
What he did was give her a look of both exasperation and disbelief, "Merlins pants you are blind!"
"Draco!" she snapped.
He got angry then, not really understanding the full extent of why, and reverted back to 'Malfoy', but now-a-days it was more of a 'Malfoy-lite', "Why don't you have a boyfriend, Granger?" he asked his voice edgy, but not aggressive… yet.
She looked at him, at little hurt; he knew that was a subject about which she didn't like discussing. She swallowed and shrugged.
She was mentally yelling at herself to leave, so she didn't have to listen to him insult her and call out her every flaw she had, she knew what they were, she reminded herself everyday what they were.
She wasn't insecure – she went over them in the morning to remind herself to be better, it had more to do with drive than insecurity, but it still smarted a tad to know that none of the boys at school saw her as a girl.
Even Viktor fourth year had revealed the fact that he only asked her because he wanted people to think him smart, so when he found out that she was top of the class he knew she would be flattered if he asked so he did. He hadn't meant to hurt her, only improve his standing to his professors.
At the time she was so hurt and felt so stupid; Harry, Ron and Ginny had found her by the lake crying her eyes out. When she told them what he said Ron had let out a loud bark of laughter and shook his head, "I knew it!" he said and mused to himself without concern to what his short sentence did to the emotional state of his 'best friend'.
Ginny had smacked her brother on the back of the head, but didn't say anything to him or Hermione nor did she comfort the older girl in any way. Harry was the only one who acted; he took her hand and sat down beside her letting her cry on her shoulder and rubbing her back.
The two Weasley's had quickly gotten bored and left the two alone.
She wasn't the type of witch to get googly eyes, or tender smiles in a romantic sense; no, she knew that wizards wouldn't see her that way; she had friends that loved her, but she figured her chances of finding 'love' were slim to none. She had even come to accept that fact – she was smart and resourceful, she would have a fulfilling career and travel, she would keep herself busy so that she wouldn't miss romance, besides she had an active imagination and a tons of muggle romance books to help it along.
He was about to continue until he watched the emotions cross her face; disappointment, hurt, resignation and shame. He assumed the last was because she was standing here ready to listen to his none-too-flattering tirade of her instead of turning around and putting an end to it.
Harry had long ago told him what Viktor Krum had done – he realized he couldn't put her through this.
He sighed and shook his head, she really didn't get it, "sorry, I know you don't like talking about stuff like that." He said instead.
She wasn't expecting that and looked at him wide eyed, "uh… thanks. I'll just…" she said awkwardly and pointed to her room.
A moment later the door shut and he was left alone in the common room. He thought about Blaise and formed a plan; he would enlist the help of their friends. He smiled to himself, by Christmas, Blaise would get the girl of his dreams and Hermione would have a boyfriend who adored her.
*** Time alone
After a shower, she tucked away under her covers and pulled out one of her guilty pleasures to read.
He seated himself, slowly, without a break in the silence of his meditation.
She knew that something wonderful and beautiful was going to happen. It had happened; it was happening now, growing more certain and more real with every minute that she waited for John to say something. If nothing changed, if this minute that she was living now prolonged itself, if it went on for ever and ever, that would be happiness enough.
If she could keep still like this for ever-Any movement would be dangerous. She was afraid almost to breathe. Her breath did in fact hitch when he leaned over and brushed his finger tips along the bare skin of her arm leaving a trail of goose flesh in their wake.
His hand slowly made its way to the straps of her dress, off the shoulder –then the other. His dark eyes never leaving hers.
She felt the cool air on her breasts as the silk fabric was pulled away only to be replaced by his warm hands cupping …
Hermione closed her eyes and drifted to dreams of romance and love; passion and gentle words. She longed to feel large warm hands touch her intimately; she wanted to feel wanted; she wanted to know her body was desired.
Eyes still closed her hand hesitantly made its way to the waist band of her knickers, dipping below to the trimmed patch of dark curls and into the wet folds hiding her swollen nub.
Her fingers deftly maneuvered quickly bringing climax to herself she cast a cleaning charm and rolled over on to her stomach for a healthy dose of self loathing. She hated masturbating, but sometimes she couldn't help it.
She couldn't sleep, it was still early… kind of, she decided to call her parents office and leave a message. She didn't really feel like talking to her parents, she just wanted to do …something.
With a toss she grabbed her phone and dialed the number waiting for the voice mail, instead, "Granger Dentistry this is Marcus." He said his voice deep, but sounding tired.
She smiled, "Shouldn't you ask how you can help me?"
He smiled recognizing her voice, "How can I help you?" he complied.
He smiled further at her response, "it doesn't count when I have to prompt you to ask." She chided.
"Did you call just to snipe at me?" he asked with humor.
She chuckled, "No. sorry, I don't know why I called."
"mmm well lucky for me, I was here to accept your call." He said.
"Why are you there still? Shouldn't you be home or out … painting the town red." She teased
"Painting the town red?" he asked never hearing the phrase.
Her face scrunched in confusion, it was a fairly common phrase, "you know, out on the town, drinking and flirting and carrying on."
He huffed in amusement, "Sometimes, but most of the time I'm here studying."
"What's the subject tonight then?" she asked.
He liked the soft way she was speaking, half whisper half not. He could tell she was in bed when he heard the bedding ruffle as she moved.
"Treatments performed on the cranio-maxillo-facial complex." He said.
She paused, "oh, well I'll leave you to it then." She said
"No, I need a break. My mind is slipping into information overload." He complained.
"Ok, let's play 20 questions then." She said smiling… excited.
He chuckled, "ok. You start." He said.
"Ok, but I have conditions." She said
"Of course you do, what are they?" he asked.
"No lying, no passing on a question and follow on questions don't count as part of the original twenty." She said.
"deal." He said looking forward to this distraction.
"What do you look like?" she asked taking the lead.
This made him chuckle again, "I'm tall, have dark hair and eyes, and I've been told that I can be intimidating."
"Do you like being intimidating?" she quickly asked before he asked one of his own.
"That's two questions in a row." He scolded.
"You agreed to follow on questions." She reminded.
He harrumphed quietly, "yes and no. It benefitted me in my youth. I don't think it helps now, though. It's a hard habit to break, I guess."
She liked his honesty.
He decided to keep it light, "best friends' name." he said.
"Harry. Yours?"
"Adrian. Have you and Harry ever…?" he ended with a seductive hitch to his tone
Her reaction was instant, "EWW! NO! Have you and Adrian?" she asked giving it right back to him.
He laughed at her vehemence, "No, but we're both men. Harry isn't short for Harriet, right?"
"right." she said slightly defeated.
"Who's turn?" he asked.
"Mine." She said smiling.
"Cheater, it's mine." He laughed when he heard her "hmmmf." On the other side of the line.
"Do you have a boyfriend and would he mind that you're on the phone with me … late at night?" he asked.
"That's two questions." She said.
"One is a preemptive follow on question, quit stalling." He said.
"Fine. No, no boyfriend so the latter is moot and it isn't that late." She answered.
"Why not?" he asked again and then quickly added, "Another follow on."
She sighed, "why not what?" she asked.
"Don't be coy, why don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"You've seen pictures of me right; at my parents' house?" she asked as if that would explain everything.
"No, they only have pictures of you when you were a baby and a wee lass." He teased.
She was confused for a moment then realized that all the pictures she sent them were wizarding pictures that moved, so of course they had put all those away.
"oh." She said, "well, I can be … overwhelming to some. A little too bossy, a little too … let's just say that if someone refers to 'the know-it-all swot' everyone knows to who they are referring… me."
Something clicked in Marcus' mind, 'know-it-all swot' …Hogwarts… it was on the edge of his mind, but wouldn't come. After a second he shrugged it off and continued with their game.
"Some guys like that." He said forgetting to whom he was speaking, "I mean…" he was lost to her laughter, "it's ok" she said.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No. Have you ever had a boyfriend?" he asked curious and hoping she wouldn't get upset at him for asking.
She paused and it worried him, "Hey Mya I'm sorry I was..."
She interrupted, "No, its fine. ummm kind of." She replied.
"Explain." Was all he said.
"A couple of years ago, we had an exchange student come to visit for the year. He was a jock, a really good, almost famous jock.
All the girls thought he was handsome and in fact he always had groupies follow him where ever he went, including the boys who wanted his autograph." She said pausing for a moment, "well, we had a ball scheduled for Christmas and he asked me to go with him.
I was so ... I mean he was the first to ever think of me like I was a girl… or so I thought.
It turned out that after we went to the ball he couldn't take the guilt or didn't feel the need to extend the ruse any longer and came clean; he wasn't really interested in me; he just wanted to improve his standing with the professors by being seen with me." she said.
He could hear the sadness in her voice, "he sounds stupid. Anyone since then?"
"No." she said quietly
His chest clenched unfamiliarly; he was momentarily at a loss for what to do so he resorted to humor, "Mya, you are appealing to the masculine part of my nature that wants to swoop in and rescue you as a damsel in distress… that is not something I do often… in fact never. So ask your question." He admonished gently.
She smiled again wordlessly to her unwilling knight in shining armor, "What's your favorite part of a date?"
Marcus' mind immediately went to the 'shagging' part, but he knew he couldn't say that – her giggles interrupted his thought process, "you were going to say shagging!" she giggled some more.
This made him laugh, "Yeah, but shagging aside, holding hands, I guess."
He didn't know why, but her voice and their questions were turning him on, he wanted to know more about her, "guilty pleasure." He asked hoping it was sex, but knowing he wouldn't be that lucky.
"I read… smutty novels." She said and winced when he heard herself.
That surprised him, "You mean… with sex scenes?"
She groaned, "Yes."
He was hard now and it was annoying, "Marcus, tell me about one of your … dates." She said timidly.
He swallowed; he hoped she didn't mean what he think she meant, "Yes, from beginning to …the very end. In fact, focus on the end." She said
"But you're…" he whined - he couldn't do this.
"18" she supplied.
"…and you're my boss'…"
"Daughter."
"We don't even know…" he whined some more
She rolled her eyes, "… each other? Please Marcus." she begged in a seductive whisper.
Minx! He thought and shifted in his seat, his erection was straining almost painfully against the fabric of his pants.
"What do you want to know?" he asked his voice a deep timber; half whispering over the phone. He knew no one was there and that he was alone in the office, but he still didn't want to chance it.
"Everything. Start from the beginning – after you get back and know you'll be ... ummm you know."
She couldn't believe she asked him this – it wasn't something she would ever dare ask Harry, Draco or Blaise – she was pretty sure Greg was a virgin.
He sighed and closed his eyes, he leaned back in his chair and his hand felt its way to his belt and buckle freeing his hardened member. His hand wrapped around his cock and he started to speak, "usually it's dark and I can feel her presence near the bed. I'm already … uh ready to uh…" she stopped him, "we can speak frankly here, Marcus. You're hard for her." She corrected.
He nodded though she couldn't see and continued (his hand stroking slowly), "yes, I'm already hard when I move towards her. She turns in my arms and lifts her lips to mine. I pull her hard into my body and kiss her, my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, my hands squeezing her bum. I want to pick her up and have her wrap her legs around me – I remember thinking I want her parted for me." he's no longer speaking to the boss's daughter, but instead he's reciting a story almost forgetting he's on the phone.
"Will you lick her, Marcus?" she asks in her soft sultry voice that's so feminine.
"Do you want me to?" he asks just as softly, just as sexy
"Oh yes" she sighs.
Their conversation suddenly turned into a what-does-Hermione-want-Marcus-to-do instead of a tell-me-about-a-date.
"I lay her down and spread her legs; her dress is pushed around her waist revealing to me her dark wet thatch of curls. I can smell her arousal…"
"Does she smell good?" she asked slowly… sultry
He takes a deep breath and she can hear his reaction sounding like a long sniff from his nose – she can almost envision his nostrils flaring, "yes she does, it makes my mouth water. I bend down to taste her. She spreads her legs farther apart in anticipation.
I press the flat of my tongue on her clit and she hisses in satisfaction as I move it, licking her … fucking her with my tongue. I have to hold her hips to keep her from moving while I bring her to climax."
"Screaming your name…" she whispered picturing the story
"yessss." He said, "Are you wet Mya?" he asked
"yes."
"Open your legs for me." he commanded quietly.
She didn't hesitate and he heard the covers ruffle, "I would show you, Mya, let you feel my tongue as I licked you." he said
She was panting now and moaned softly which made his cock twitch.
"Touch yourself, Mya, let me hear you."
"But…"
"No buts. Touch yourself, come for me." he said.
For the second time tonight she let her fingers flutter inside the band of her knickers, her breath caught as they found her sensitive nub.
He could hear her breath become labored and stroked his cock in time with her breathing.
"Spread your legs more, Mya. I want you to push two fingers inside of yourself…I want to feel you."
She did and the little noises she was making were driving Marcus crazy, "oh Marcus, ..oh oh oh…"
"Let it go, cum for me." he said stroking faster knowing his end was coming fast.
They cried out together, "Mya!" "Marcus!"
Panting, listening…awkward.
"I should go… " she said embarrassed.
He was disappointed; he didn't want her to be embarrassed, "yea." He said.
She heard the disappointment in his voice, "I don't regret it, Marcus. Just never done that before… at least with someone else on the other line, you know?" she asked.
"Yes. Good night Mya."
"Good Night Marcus."
She was more than a little freaked out, happy – sated, but freaked out.
BANG BANG BANG
"Mya!" Draco yelled.
She hopped from the bed thinking something was wrong and flung open the door, "What? Are you alright?" she asked.
Draco and Harry took in her appearance, just-been-shagged hair, a white camisole tank with the whisper of her nipples showing and bikini cut cotton panties.
Neither boy could speak, just swallow at her current state of undress.
She realized and yelped, pulling on the house coat hanging behind the door, "Ok ... What 's wrong?" She asked again.
"We… uh we heard something and wanted to make sure you were alright." Harry said.
She was turning red with embarrassment and instead of answering put her hands in front of her face. The boys shared a worried look.
"What?" Draco said moving into the room, "you can tell us, let's just sit." He said guiding her to the bed and sitting in a chair across from her. Harry sat next to her.
"I'm such a …a harlot!" she said miserably.
Draco and Harry shared another look and Draco cleared his throat, "I think it's physically impossible to be both a harlot and a virgin, Hermione." He said.
"No, No. it's not. I'm proof!" she cried her face still covered by her hands.
"What happened?" Harry asked pulling her hands down.
"So you know my parents hired an intern? Well, I've spoken to him a few times and just joked around. Well, tonight I called the office hoping to just leave a message for my dad cause I … I don't know why really. Blaise was acting weird towards me and Draco, you were angry at me and I didn't know why." She sniffled.
Harry shared another look with Draco, "I wasn't angry at you, kitten." He soothed.
"Go on." Harry prompted.
"so I call, but Marcus answers and we start talking and then we start playing 20 questions and then it ended with us having phone sex." She hurriedly finished.
Harry wanted to laugh, but fought that urge.
Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he asked the only question that came to mind "Did you cum?"
Harry lost it and Hermione started looking for her wand.
"Wait Wait! Why is phone sex bad, Mya?" Harry quickly asked lest he and Draco get hexed.
"Because I've never actually met him."
"oooh that's the best kind." Draco said smiling, "Look, I don't think you should be ashamed, I love phone sex with someone with whom I feel comfortable."
"You don't think I'm wanton?"
"umm I don't think wanton is a bad thing, who wants to shag a dead fish? Better to be wanton." Harry said
Draco agreed adamantly and then asked again, "Did you cum?"
She looked up impishly, "oh yea."
They each kissed her on the cheek and left her room. As they entered the hall, "Did you know she was hiding that delicious little body under those robes?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head no, "should we tell Blaise we saw her?" Harry asked and then smiled evilly, "should we tell him about her round little bottom and curvy hips, the kind you can sink your teeth into."
Draco chuckled, "Merlin no, he'd kill us both! ... but maybe just a little tease for him – flat stomach or perky bosom with dark nipples?" he asked giving Harry the choice of topics to share with Blaise.
Harry snickered, "Perky bosom dark nipples definitely."
They arrived at the Slytherin common room portrait, "fossa di serpenti" {snake den} Draco whispered.
They both entered (seeing harry in the Slytherin common room was no rare occurrence now a days, so no one batted an eye – they all rationalized that he was almost sorted into their house anyway, so he actually belonged here more than he did in the high tower of Gryffindor, "Zabini!" Draco called smiling conspiratorially at Harry.
